Every year we return to Fife and for very good reason, it really is a home from home. Although we have visited here every year for more years than I care to remember, we still always enjoy coming back to both revisit some of our favourite places and discover new adventures and we never leave disappointed. A trip a wee bit further north is always on the itinerary as there is an antiques centre which is always worth a visit. We don’t always find anything to buy, but there are always some interesting bits and pieces… both weird and wonderful to discover. It’s a mixture of new and old pieces, some practical and some frivolous, some you love and some which may you question who will ever want to take them home. In the past I come out of there with everything from a pet brush to a half whisky barrel!
In case a trip to Narnia is required…
You can find everything necessary to get you there…
On the way back to Crail a visit to the Botanical gardens of Dundee is a must for us as they have a great wee cafe for ‘soup and a sandwich’, something which I’m sure is more prevalent up north, a trick we are missing out on down south of the border. You know it’s good when the place is always full of locals, with only the odd tourist!
Food in general has a few distinct differences from Southern England, starting at breakfast time, when you pop to the local paper shop for bread rolls. I would never think to do that at home, but here I would never consider anything else. For some reason the rolls here are a totally different thing from any we can get at home, soft, light and perfect for real butter and homemade marmalade, they arrive fresh every morning and a steady stream of people leaving with a bag of rolls for there breakfast and a newspaper, turn up too late and you go without! Serve them with a mug of tea and you have the perfect start to the day!
Then there’s the fish and chip shop, how different could that be? Very. No, I’m not talking deep fried Mars bars or pizza slices, I’m sure that’s only for the tourists – at least I hope so. No, it’s the fish, not only is it as fresh as you can get, but you are given the choice of battered or breaded, at home we can have a choice of fish, but always in batter. Here it is only haddock, but you can choose the coating, for me this is much the better option, but then I’m not that keen on batter, oh, and obviously being on the coast you want to eat fish whenever the opportunity arises!
We also ventured to the new V&A museum in Dundee, we had seen it going up on previous visits and I so wanted to enjoy it, but sad to say it felt a little bit of a let down. Outside was quite impressive, but the inside already felt tired and as though it had seen better days. There were two exhibitions, one free one, which felt a little disjointed, and a second one which you needed to pay for, but which we had already seen in the V&A in London. There were a couple of hands on activities, but not enough to keep a child, let alone a couple of adults interested for very long.
Next time I will stick to the Discovery, the Dundee Science Centre or HMS Unicorn, at least they will have a lot more to look at and enjoy. At least we had fun spotting the Oor Wullie statues, all decorated differently and dotted about the area, just waiting to be found.
With all the enthusiasm of two weeks off work we packed up the car with just about everything but the kitchen sink. Two bikes on the back, tent and basic camping equipment and normal holiday bits and bobs. There was even a little bit of room for two adults and a teenager. First mistake, we didn’t set off as earlier as we might usually manage, which meant we hit every little bit of traffic and therefore had the longest of journeys, not arriving until almost 11pm.
The bright side to a late arrival would be the chance to see the new road bridge at night….
No matter, we were here. The shoulders relax, the brain unwinds and we are back in Crail, a home from home. Up to our attic rooms and a good nights sleep and a whole week to look forward to.
Day one and we start with a walk around Roome Bay before I go back for my breakfast, the only time I ever have bread rolls for breakfast is when in Scotland, for some reason they are so much better than any we get round where we live. Number one boy is desperate to find out if the rope swing is still in place in Denburn Woods and I finally give in and let him go to find out, with the proviso to look, but don’t swing. Over protective mum I know, but that’s my job!!
All good, ropes swing is there and boy back in one piece. Then both grown up and teenage boy decide to go on a bike ride, not a long one, just to open up the lungs to the fresh sea air and blow away the cobwebs, although why there would be cobwebs in their lungs heaven only knows!
A wee while later and hubby arrives back, not too bad shape, but minus the boy. No problem, he’s down at the woods playing on the rope swing!! Doh! Ah well, what could possibly go wrong?! A short while later, sat at the dining room table I spot said boy coming up the path, jokingly I tell the others he is back and walking, so all good, he’s in one piece…. As he comes in I call out to ask if he’s okay, ‘not really’ is the response – oh sod!
First thing to strike me was he was filthy, well that’s okay, boys are washable. Then I see the blood on his face, right by his eye, not a good sign. A quick hose down in the shower so we can see what we are looking at and he has managed a cut by his eye, grazed face, arm, knees, a sore wrist and broken glasses – not bad going!
The cut by the eye is quite open, so a quick photo and hubby is sent to the local chemist for supplies and advice – soon to return with saline solution and steri strips to clean and close the cut. Cleaned up and the only real concern was potential concussion and his wrist, so off we go to St Andrews and the wee hospital there.
Fortunately we had an idea where it was, as the signposting was rather conspicuous by its absence, then when we got closer there were signs stating there was no A&E, but there was a Minor Injuries Unit – that’s fine, he is still a minor and he has injuries, so in we go. Of course the boy dared me to say as much to the receptionist and being a grown up, responsible individual I did – ‘I have a minor, he’s been injured, where should I take him?’
Very impressed with how quickly he was seen, taken for an x-ray and then cleaned up, given a splint and sent on his way – my butterfly stitches were deemed good enough to not require removing and reapplying, his knees and face were scrubbed again and a splint applied to his wrist as it was confirmed he has fractured his distal radius. Glad to escape without a plaster cast we made a break for freedom and to the town centre to get his glasses fixed. It would appear that he had a screw loose, so loose it fell out of his glasses and the leg fell off. Thankfully this was a quick fix and meant we were able to get a medicinal application of Jannetta’s ice cream organised before returning back to Crail!
Lesson learned? Maybe, maybe not, we’ll see. In the meantime we are counting our blessings; no serious injury, no plaster cast, glasses were easily repaired and sense of humour was definitely left intact – that’s my boy!!
After a stiflingly hot week we were predicted a downpour for the weekend, this would have been very welcome if it weren’t for the fact that we were planning on heading up to Oxford to spend a training session with the Oxford Paddlers for Life dragon boat team, my first visit to another team.
It poured down overnight and the next morning the clouds remained ominous. We were all up early and on our way to the city of dreaming spires, on the way the rain was of and on and the clouds looked full, no sign of those clear blue skies we were after!
As we found our way to the church, where we were to leave the car, the rain stopped, so it was dry as we took the scenic walk to the pub where the Oxford Paddlers kept their boat. A short wait whilst the Iffley Lock opens to allow a boat to move through and we were back on our way, a very scenic way I may add…
As we crossed the lock the smell of lavender from the garden of the lock keepers house was powerfully strong, it was all so idyllic I will definitely be going back to explore the area further on foot.
Arriving at the pub we were met by the lovely ladies of the Oxford Paddlers for Life, a quick introduction, donning of buoyancy aids, warm up exercises and we were ready to move the boat. The Dragon boats aren’t kept on the water, they need taking down to it and they are heavy and cumbersome. It takes manpower and direction to make sure this long boat gets to the water without anyone ending up in the stinging nettles or knocked into the river. All hands on and we’re off….
Finally we are on the water and numbering off, always good to know how many are on board when you leave, just to make sure you have the same number when you return!
It was a lovely session, helmed by a very capable young lady, Esmee, who took us through a number of exercises. Some pause paddling, evolution paddling, pyramids, some focusing on technique and so forth. It was a nice selection of exercises, not too taxing and interspersed with a bit of sightseeing, as they point out such things as the boat houses for the local University boats teams and Christ Church Meadows. It really is lovely to see the world from a boat, the movement and the sound of the water is really very calming. We may sometimes be going full pelt and putting all our efforts in to moving the boat as quickly as possible, at which time the scenery is a blur, as we have heads up, but are focusing on the strokes to make sure we are all in time, but there are always moments to just take it all in, if only for a wee while.
We did see one poor lad, who was out rowing, came a cropper and capsize his boat, so we stopped to make sure he was okay – probably more embarrassed than anything – before continuing up the river. To be fair the weather was such that a cool dunk in the water was not quite as awful as it could have been and he was quickly back to land.
It looks form the map as though we went a fair distance, but it felt like we were only out for a short time, but that always seems to be the case when you are enjoying yourself, messing about on the water. I’m hoping these are all ladies we will see again at future events, maybe they will come down to visit us in Wraysbury. We may not be able to promise such picturesque surroundings, but we will always have the warmest of welcomes there.
A quick wander down to the allotment this evening and its a little overwhelming how much we need to do down there. Despite hours weeding the other day the weeds seems to be coming back with vengeance, it’s almost as though we hadn’t been there for weeks, if not months. A worry when you are about to leave it for a couple of weeks!
Right, only half an hour, so some emergency watering – just enough to ensure that we have a thunderstorm and torrential rain, and then we have to go….
Okay, a ‘quick nip down the allotment’ is Never only half an hour and you can’t help but do other bits and bobs whilst there! Our hosepipe had sprung a bit of a leak and so hubby had to fix that first, so time for me to have a quick nosy about to see what was up….
Of course it is that time of year when the courgettes, if left to their own devices for more that a minute, turn into marrows; ours seem to have been having a race with the weeds to see which could grow fastest! We brought home over a dozen, but left more at the allotment, some for others to take and a few more to bring home tomorrow, oh and more beetroot!
From those courgettes and marrows which we brought home, we will use a few, but most have been given to friends. They are so prolific and yet it would be a shame to let them go to waste. Fortunately we bumped into a lady down there and we got talking about the amount of produce which might often go to waste at our allotment. No one wants this to happen, which is why we have a shelter where we put such produce, so others there can help themselves. Having said that, there are some things which are so productive (like courgettes) or which we all grow, that they wont be taken – so what to do? Well the idea has come up that there is an ‘all night cafe’ down the road, which provides food and a roof for the night for the homeless in the area, which might be able to make use of some fresh produce. The idea is we revamp the notice board down at the allotment and make this a suggestion for everyone there, but until then it’s going to be an outlet for all our extras.
The other thing I noticed was, for all the plants we put in to provide flowers, there are other which will also provide us with those little flashes of beauty…..
The self seeded wee pansy, the thyme in the herb border, the runner beans, they all provide their own little bit of beauty, sometimes you just have to stop to look around….
Oh, of course there are also the weird shaped fruit or veg!
Training this Monday was not the usual affair, not by a long shot, to such an extent that I didn’t even get out on the water, but instead spent most of the time in the kitchen of the clubhouse. The reason being that this was to be an end of term Dragon Boat Experience for a local Cub group and Sarah and I were doing the catering for the Hurricanes who were there to run the event.
It was the perfect, hot summer’s evening, for such an event, with not a trace of the rain that had blighted us a few days earlier, but not quite so perfect when you are trapped in the kitchen with the ovens on full blast!
Along came a whole pack of Cub Scouts, with parents and siblings, ready for an evening on or beside the lake. Buoyancy aids were dispensed, instructions given and the Cubs loaded on to three boats, each with a helm, coaches and drummers – one of which was my son, who was most amused at being asked to drum, given his inability to even clap in time to a song!
Despite all reservations he did well and had a fantastic time drumming for his boat. Then once the races were run, the boats were brought back in, Cubs unloaded and the boats taken off the water and put away, before the team returned to the clubhouse for pizza and cold drinks. Of course the Cubs were brilliant and made the most of the opportunity to get in the water and lark about. I’m not sure how wet they got whilst out in the boats, but before they left most had ended up paddling or swimming in the lake whilst watchful parents looked on, probably jealous of the cooling water! It was great to see them just having fun mucking about in the water and hear the laughing and fun they were having.
Sadly being on kitchen duty meant I didn’t get to see most the evening’s event, but I really didn’t mind a jot, as it was a chance to give back to a club which I feel has given us so much, made us feel so welcome and so much a part of their team. That’s one of the reasons I have come to really love Dragon boating, the sense of community, working together and enjoying the company of some of the nicest people you could hope to meet.
Oh, I will admit, the pizza was not homemade, it was courtesy of a Costco run, but we did knock up a decent salad and I baked cookies and chocolate fudge cake for afters, which seemed to go down quite well!
Why is it when you get an allotment you start becoming a bit of a Womble?
Things I might once not considered using will now take on a whole new life, down on the allotment.
Our shelter was constructed of pallets, the small greenhouse thrown away by someone else and the table given to us by someone else on the allotment, who had found in on a skip!
Bricks no longer of use to anyone else become borders…
A broken spade takes on a new life, helping us out with the watering…..
Even my water butt was courtesy of a fellow allotmenteer who works as a gardener and had a client for whom it was surplus to requirement.
In these times when people are looking to lead a more sustainable life it’s good to see that less is being thrown away and more things put to a new, if not different use.
When we arrived on the allotment we were given the choice of two sheds which were already in place. One was a small metal construction with a bent and twisted door. The other, concrete, slightly larger and with a good roof on it. The floor was rotten and moves when you walk upon it and there was no door – but it had a wee window! I requested the latter and then asked Freecycle if there was any chance someone might possibly be throwing out a shed door. By the power of the internet (not Greyskull) a kind gentleman answered and a couple of days later we drove over to collect a new door for the shed. He had even pinned the hinges and screws to the door – perfect!
In times when the internet and the news scares us with tales of how awful the world is and everything that is bad, it’s hard to see the good. But, when you look, you will start to see it everywhere, shining through, sometimes in the most unlikely of places.
It is more satisfying to help someone else and know you have created happiness, than to do anything which would upset or annoy others. Again, something we see all the time down on the allotment. Like minded people, from various walks of life, all trying to make the most of their plots and their time, but also taking time out to help each other out.
Such help maybe an offer to water plants when others are on holibobs, an excess of seedlings, strawberry runners or even the fruits of their hard work. It might be help to make the site itself a nicer place to spend time, doing up the shelter, clearing away any rubbish which may have built up over the years or clearing the brook from weeds and silt to help it run more freely. It is this sense of community which I think many of it miss in a world that often moves all too quickly.
We are at that time of year when the courgettes are coming through thick and fast, if not picked quickly enough them soon become marrows. Because they are such an easy and delicious vegetable to grow, almost everyone on the allotment will have plenty of their own, so no market for any extras there. When I have the inclination I will make either courgette cake or courgette chutney, but at the moment it is simply to hot to slave away in the kitchen for longer than necessary!
Fortunately I have family and friends who are always willing to take any extras, now with all the lovely people I train with at dragon boating this pool of people has been extended out. In one evening I managed for find takers for an entire trug full of courgettes/marrows. It’s always good to be able to share the love…… and the vegetables!
Despite a couple of wet and miserable days we awoke today to a drier, brighter day than expected. A good job too as this afternoon was to be my first experience of racing in the dragon boats and a warm, sunny day will always be more preferable to a rainy one – although you get wet whichever, so rain wouldn’t stop us!
Usually there are only enough paddlers for one boat to go out, but today the team were joined by the Purple Warriors. This is a group of either serving or retired members of HM Forces who have some form of disability or impairment as a result of their service, but don’t let that mislead you, they are formidable!
Fortunately they decided to mixed the teams up, so it wasn’t all them against us. It doesn’t matter if you are paddling with people you’ve never met, we are all in the same boat both literally and figuratively, the aim is the same and the camaraderie is part of what makes dragon boating such a fantastic sport to be a part of.
We were only on the water for an hour or so, but we managed to get three races in and each was great fun and close finishes, not being competitive I wont mention that our boat won two of the three…
As I’ve probably mentioned before, the great thing about this sport is not only is it a great form of exercise, but the people are there lovely, to which end when we get back on dry land the usual routine is to get the boat out of the water and safely stored away, a cool down and stretch and a chance to ‘Hug a Hurricane’ – a group hug. Then we are back to the clubhouse for food and a drink, this time, thanks to the Purple Warriors, it was a barbecue. Sitting with friends and family, in the warmth of the sun with a cold drink and a plate of food, what better way to spend a Saturday afternoon….
When I was given another plot at the allotment it was a blank canvass, there were no borders already in place, only those I dug out myself. I started with the standard rectangles, but then got to thinking outside the box…. okay, someone mentioned they looked like a line of graves. To which end I ended up doing a couple of circles, but what to plant in them…..
Turns out that wasn’t a difficult decision, I’d use one for flowers and the other for herbs. We have two bee hives on the allotment, so I figured a few extra flowers would be appreciated by them as well as us. The herbs were just an obvious choice, it’s always good to have a selection on hand for cooking, they also smell so good and the bees are just as happy there as on the dedicated flower bed.
I’d bought a chive plant in the supermarket, used it and then, when it looked a bit sad moved it into the greenhouse, then with my new herb plot it made sense to give it a chance down there, well there was plenty of room! To be honest I really didn’t think it would survive, but it did and it thrived.
Fast forward and down at the allotment this weekend the chives were looking distinctly rubbish, until you looked a little closer…
In amongst the dry, straw like chives there were fresh stems and the flowers had dried out. I reckon the plants will come back as good as ever, but now I have seeds.
I’ve picked out a few, popped them in a plastic bag, given it a shake and now have some chive seeds, ready to sow for some new plants for back at the house.
When nature provides it is always worth following her lead and making the most of the opportunities.
This is a point proven by my sweet peas. Last years plants were okay, but I didn’t save any seeds. When I cleared away the spent plants the pods were dry and seeds inevitably fell from them into the soil. I didn’t think too much about them, after all, to get new plants you need to sow seeds at the right time of year, soaking them in warm water first to help the germination…. err, no, apparently not.
I did sow new seeds in the greenhouse, but they really were quite weak and pathetic. Meanwhile, down at the allotment, the fallen seeds were poking their heads through and have become the strongest, most beautiful mass of flowers, encompassing almost the entire flower plot. They were so prolific we not only brought a constant supply of flowers home for the kitchen, but also gave them to friends and family. The smell was so sublime that they had to be shared.
I’m planning this year to see if I can save more seeds, allowing some plant’s to ‘go to seed’ so that I can try to grow my own right from my very own seed, peas, beans, carrots and onions, who knows what will or wont work…. only one way to find out though…..
During training I’d heard people mention the Vogalonga group and it meant nothing to me, to be honest it took a while before I was clear on what all these different groups were and where I fitted in. I knew the team we trained with were the Hurricanes, and to do so we had to be members. Then there were the breast cancer survivor group, eventually a name was decided upon for that, we were the Paragons. So who were the Vogalonga group??
Turns out ‘Vogalonga’ were a group of ladies who had already committed to go to Venice to take part in a 32km rowing regatta, called the Vogalonga. This regatta has been taking place every year since 1975, it’s a non-competitive race which takes place as a protest against the growing number of powerboats which are active in the area and which are causing damage this amazing city.
It never occurred to me that this would affect me in any way, other than there was another group of ladies who were also new to dragon boating, until one day I was asked if I wanted to join them. Of course not, I can’t do that. I’ve got work, I couldn’t afford to go, I haven’t been paddling long enough, I couldn’t go somewhere like that without my boys, oh, and I Hate flying.
Returning from the morning’s training I met my husband down at our allotment and told him about this invitation. I’ll admit I was laughing about the preposterous idea of me going to Venice, but he wasn’t. I was instead met with the response I really wasn’t expecting – go, why are you even thinking out it, just go, you’ll love it! Oh sod, back to my promise, my promise to try not to say no to new opportunities, I said yes.
Within a couple of weeks we had booked our accommodation and flights, our team leader had arranged hiring a boat and helm in Venice and we were committed, or perhaps we should have been committed! We all upped our game, instead of just practising on a Saturday morning we tried to also fit in extra sessions during the week, some even bought their own paddles. But then another realisation, in the hour or so we were out on the water we would cover anything up to seven kilometres…… the Vogalonga is thirty two kilometres!! That’s not on a relatively flat lake but on canals with lots of other boats and in open sea with the waves and wash of motorised boats. Panic, well maybe a little.
Despite the nerves I made it onto the flight, got chatting to the poor soul next to me, jealously coveted her glass of Prosecco and before we knew it we were landing – Hello Venice!!
We were lucky to get a few days of sightseeing, eating and perhaps the odd glass or two of wine. It really is quite a beautiful place to explore, especially after you’ve got the hang of jumping on and off the vaporetto!
We made the most of the time, visiting the usual tourist traps, including the islands of Murano, Burano, St Marks Square and the Biennale Arte, an art exhibition this year titled May You Live in Interesting Times – that we do!
I try not to be too much of a tourist, but I’m afraid you cannot help but snap away with the camera, it is too beautiful to not try to capture in a photo, or two….. or more.
Soaking up the atmosphere was the best part of it though, just being there with the warmth of the sun, a gentle breeze and the smell of summer jasmine. Picking up fresh focaccia and a simple cherry tomato pizza from a small supermarket and taking it to eat in the park with a bottle of water. Finding a little jetty at the end of a narrow alleyway, away from the crowds, and sitting in the sun, watching the boats go by….
It was an early start for the race and despite our nerves walking to the centre to the get the boat we were looking ‘bad ass’, we were strong, we were confident, we were hoping we hadn’t bitten off more than we could handled! Then when we got to the centre all we wanted was to find the person who decided that one toilet cubicle was sufficient for a shed load of women about to embark of a 32 km boat race!!
After a rather shambolic start we were finally loaded into the boat and we were off. The waves of open water were new to us, the soaking as water came into the boat was not! The huge number of boats surrounding us was amazing, but totally fabulous. We called over to ask where fellow paddlers and rowers were from and cheered them, they asked where we were from and were met with a role call of countries.
Everyone was just on a high being out on the water, surrounded by so many other like minded people. I thought after a while I’d be tired, bored and wishing it was all over, but not a bit of it. We were enjoying the sights, the crowds, the music…. well okay it was singing, but not entirely in tune and I’m not sure everyone knew the words, or maybe they knew them, but were singing different songs, then before we knew it we were pulling over at an island (sand bank with a lonely bush – soon to be a very well appreciated bush by those who needed a little privacy!) and a spot of leg stretching, selfie taking and ermm, refreshments…
The second half was long and tiring, but it was still fun. We sang everything from ‘Row, row, row your boat’ to ‘I will survive’ to a strange, made up song about dragon boating for which I never did quite get the words for – but the words I could pick out I sung really loudly, that makes up for it, right??
Then there was the traffic jam, yep, it even happens in boats. Of course there are no traffic lights on the canal, oh no, traffic control came in the form of a man in an orange wet suit who suddenly popped up in between the various rowing boats, Dragon boats, kayaks, etc etc. all vying to get under the same small bridge and all trying not to get caught in the oars of the rowing boats which all take up a ridiculous amount of room.
We may have been stuck in the jam of boats for ages, waiting to get through, but it didn’t matter. The buzz was amazing, the people dining in restaurants at the side of the canal were cheering as, as were those on the bridges, there was an elderly lady leaning out of an upstairs window ringing a cow bell at us. Everyone was happy and smiling, both in and out of the boats.
Finally we were through and approaching the finishing point, as we approached it our names were called out over the PA system, how they managed that given the huge number of boats we were surrounded by I will probably never know, but it send up another huge cheer from the ladies in our boat. Our medals and T-shirts were unceremoniously thrown into the boat and then all we needed to do was turn around and head back again, back to the sports centre to return our boat and our helm!
I will admit to a disco kip before heading out again for dinner that evening – six hours on the water does rather take it out of you….
Would I do it again? Definitely!! Did I treat myself to a bottle of bubbles on the way home, certainly did!
I do believe that kids ought to be allowed to use knives, start fires, climb trees, run around the woods and generally be kids, experiment and learn about all these things, but of course all preferably without actually hurting themselves!
When my son was old enough I wanted him to join the scouting organisation, taking his first steps as a Beaver. I added his name to the waiting list of the nearest Beaver group and waited. Eventually though all we got was a message to say they were closing down and had passed the waiting list to another group, one a couple of miles away.
Meh, not a problem, there were at least two alternative groups closer by, we’d look into them as options. Well, that’s what I thought, until I got a phone call from the leader of the group the waiting list had been passed to. He was so enthusiastic and was setting up a presentation evening for prospective newbies, well it would be rude not to go along and what harm could it do …..
As it turns out the enthusiasm was infectious and there was such a positive feeling about the group and what they wanted to offer the kids we signed him up. Turns out it was the best decision we could have made. He loved his time as a Beaver, then a Cub, a Scout and now he is an Explorer and still loves it so much that the volunteering he started, helping out with the Beavers, for his Duke of Edinburgh Bronze award, he carried on with. He has been doing this for two years and shows no signs of wanting to stop!
Of course why should the kids have all the fun? I still like playing with knives, well in as much as I like to whittle, so I saw my chance to do something useful with my whittling.
As he started to go to Scout camps I got thinking about my brother and how, when he was a Cub/Scout, he had a blanket/poncho he took on camps. It was an old, army surplus blanket my Mum had sewn his old badges on, a great way to keep his old badges and keep him warm on the cold evening spent outside. And so started another project.
Mum found me another old blanket, which would be nice and warm, but blooming itchy. I was chatting about it with my Sister in Law when she came up with another blanket, but this one was a very soft, but very thin…. put the two together and hey voila – the perfect blanket, then to make it unique…. oh, and hope the boy in question actually wanted it!
The blanket is a work in progress. Each time he’s moved up a section I’ve unpicked the badges from the uniform to add them to the blanket. We have also started picking up fabric badges whenever we go away anywhere, so it will become a real keepsake for him.